Yup still here

This weekend I rented a car and went to Playa Avenellas and Playa Grande. The surf wasn't that great but the scenery was as always worth the trip. Black and White images are from the little rock in Playa Grande. I was accompanied by my Tica friend who decided it would be fun to climb to the top of it. I was fine but if you refer to the blog about insects that live inside of plants here, she was attacked by the ant condos and now has pocodots all over. The color images are before Tamarindo where the road turns back to gravel. There has been little rain in the last week which is nice because, not only is it beautiful outside, there are not that many people around.

The images above are a little foggy due to the fact that I left my camera under the AC in the hotel and it dripped water in it. My $1000 lens was foggier than a pink floyd concert and my camera suffered too. Nothing a little sun couldn't fix though. I would take it to the camera repair shop but then I remembered there isn't one. In other words tough shit! Pura Vida!

Quick trip to the gulf.

I lived in South Florida for a few years and one of my goals was to catch the Gulf when it was good. That never happened while living there but it did happen while I was visiting my cousin in Orlando.

I got a call from a good friend Micky Hooks that it was going to be good and he drove up to Venice beach with a board for me to ride. The above image is what we saw. While I was very over gunned on a six six, I still enjoyed the hell out of it. Needless to say we spent the night in Sarasota (sleeping in the car,and on the sidewalk) to get up early and surf holmes beach.

Thanks Micky for the great time, and somewhat fuzzy evening. I expect to return the favor soon.

Saturday I will be back in Nosara with supplies to get me through the rainy month.

Adios,
G

RIP Evan Tanner

above image is some dog in South Florida that I wanted to punt kick but he ended up mellowing out and being kind of cute:

My friend had a problem with her passport so I ended up flying to Miami for a week or so. Sadly I am still here. Nothing against the States but it's just not for me right now. As soon as I stepped of the plane I was bombarded with fast cars, cell phones and billboards. It's amazing how easily people get sucked into this shit. If I had a dime for every BMW I saw in in S Florida I would be typing this blog from Maldives while drinking a shandy. Needless to say I am with family in Orlando now which I do enjoy so I'll be making the most of my short time here. I miss my scooter, good waves, and crazy cat.

My cousin, who fights MMA showed me the headline about a fighter who died in the CA desert.

Read on Yahoo news:
Here

His name was Evan Tanner. What caught my attention was not the fact that he died or was a champion MMA fighter it was his writings. If you get a chance to read them they are pretty good. Especially if you're in search for that sense of virtue that exist deep within inside . Near the end of his life he was surfing and exploring. He started his career from watching video tapes from Gracie fighters. Near the end he was writing about the true meaning of living.

"It is a shame that in this society we've been taught to judge a man's worth by what he owns instead of who he is. Everything is surface, and so few look beyond it. A man will sell his soul, he will lie, cheat and steal, for money. If he has it, he can buy respect. Wear the right clothes, drive the right car, have the right friends, that's all that matters. Our lives are consumed in a selfish, self absorbed quest for possessions, the latest and the best in a never-ending cycle until the day we die. We forget what it means to be truly human. We forget the things that really matter. We lose the magic of what life should be.

I won't live by rules that make no sense to me.

- Evan Tanner"

Blog can be found:
Here

Saul's house floods above the door in October every year. He has to send his wife and kids away for a month or so while he tuffs it out. The furniture is stacked towards the ceiling. He remains here even with the flooding.

This is the real Nosara which is outside of the American Project.



This is the town of Nosara. It is a few miles from the coast. 7 km or something like that. I took this shot from Terry's car while she was in the post office. The building on the left is the hospital , to the right are various bars and restaurants and a fruit/veggie stand. My father wanted actual pictures of the town so here ya go. I will snap some more another time.